When she opened the back door of the tavern, Teresa cheered herself up, and stayed for one night, and it would be fine.

She turned on the light and looked around at the rather mysterious workplace.

Lanzerim has been working here for a few months, why would she choose this kind of place?

As she passed the high table, Teresa looked at the wine glasses left over from last night, the seasoned cream hanging from the walls of the glasses, the ice cubes of the glasses melting, and the grease and water layered.

She kicked the empty bottle, which gurgled and rolled on the floor.

The uncleaned tavern only gave her a sloppy feeling.

She put the cup away from the sink and asked her to think about how the "whirlwind" that Lanzerim had taught her was to concoct.

Teresa snapped her joints and looked up at the dazzling wine cabinet.

It was still easy to find the ale, Teresa unscrewed the barrel, and she filled it and tasted it.

"It's not bad."

The aroma of fermented ale melted in her mouth, Teresa smacked her lips.

After cleaning the glass, she held the glass in her wet hand, and stared at the bubbling ale for a long time.

As for whiskey, she didn't dare to compliment. Teresa was bewitched by the mellow smell of whiskey, and when she took another sip, she found that the wine was the same as that of Tya Lulu herself.

What seems harmless is actually harmful.

Two small glasses of whiskey and one large glass of ale, put in the old ice and shake again. When the "whirlwind" was poured, the bubbles of the ale were stirred up by the whisky – bursting in all directions.

Asking her to try the glass, Theresa took a shallow sip of the glass.

Nothing she felt, she blinked.

The original bittersweet taste of the ale wine has a hint of sweet apricot aroma.

But she always felt that the trick that Lanzerim gave her temporarily had a secret that no one knew.

Teresa placed the glass cup on the table.

She opened the cupboard where the old ice was stored again, and she had a question in her mind from just now.

She pulls out the frozen pineapple - why the hell is this frozen with the old ice?

Teresa grabbed the pineapple's stalk and took the pineapple closer to look closer, the pineapple was so cold that she shook it off.

The pineapple was thrown up, bringing up a sharp cold wind.

This pineapple can be used as a mallet, one hit and one accurate. Theresa shook the frozen pineapple while no one was around.

Wow, knocking people is no less effective than a blacksmith's hammer.

She chuckled at what she was thinking.

Lanzerim said that there would be no one tonight, and it was strange that she believed Lanzerim's words.

She began to cut lemons, Teresa did not do things without psychological foreshadowing, did not fight unprepared battles, and was not a rotten good person who did not know anything.

As night approached, Theresa took a sip of whiskey soaked in old ice herself.

To be honest, she was a little nervous, and after pouring out her first "whirlwind", Theresa sat on the crate of ale and stared quietly at the tavern door.

Waiting for guests to come along.

If Lanzerim had been there, she would have stopped Theresa's move.

……

Lanzerim really didn't say much, the streets of the central market were deserted at night, where did all the foolish students go?

They're all on their way to advanced exams.

Forcibly trapped in the school building, Amir watched the mage-covered Shambhala walk to the pulpit, and he shook unconsciously.

Since the selection of Star Island, this group of mysterious messengers has been entrenched in all aspects of Star Island.

The tavern is Shambhala's, the shisha street is Shambhala's, and the fishermen's slaughter place is also Shambhala's.

So what exactly is Shambhala's role on this island?

Oh, God?

Lanzerim felt Shambhala pass by her desk, and it was the first time she had heard of advanced exams.

Just as she wanted to take a few looks, the classroom door closed and the classroom was silent.

"Long story short."

Shambhala delegate chopped the ground with his staff and motioned for the students to pay attention, remember what Dan Mu said to Lan Zerim.

I've seen your duel, and it's a shame. But it's not without a turnaround.

"There are more than 20 dormitory buildings with a prefix of 0, and the classes with a prefix of 0 are not satisfied at all."

Shambhala said

Are you not content with the status quo? Headaches because of living expenses, enduring the strange things around you, can't cross the existing class?

"Now, you have the opportunity to live in these dormitories and be their kind, but at a small cost."

Lanzerim watched as Shambhala gestured his fingers to the pulpit at a small distance.

It should be as far away as the ocean, Lanzerim thought.

"We'll have two nights a week for you with a random class from Shambhala's special department. The duration of the class is two years, and there is a promotion assessment after two years. ”

Shambhala is a rules-based department, and Lanzerim was surprised to know that she still had a chance.

She thought that she had been determined to die for life by Sing Tao's assessment.

"We will finalize the final spot in the 0 prefix class among the remaining thousands of people in Sing Tao."

Just as Lanzerim had thought, the distance between Shambhala's fingers was the vast sea.

Out of a few thousand, less than ten people were chosen.

"Enjoy self-study, you can't leave early tonight."

Shambhala said that they always made the show big, but the things they explained were simple.

Long story short.

Lanzerim lowered his head in contemplation, although the chances of this line were a little slim, but they still existed.

She carefully studied that the medals that students were equipped with were ranked according to their performance in the class, and she could be regarded as retaining the tradition of being at the top of the capital college.

"Hey, I said Lanzerim"

Angeli noticed that as soon as Lanzerim heard Shambhala's words, he put on a thoughtful look.

"Thousands of people, you don't think that you are the only one who wants to go into the class with the number 1 number."

Look at what Angeli said, she has a brain disease, right?

"Uh-huh, what's wrong?"

Lanzerim didn't even raise his eyes, I don't know if Angeli found out, anyway, she had been in the tavern all day and the news came quickly, and she found out.

There is not much difference between her and Xiao's numbers, even if they are different classes with the prefix 1, but there is no sign of class division in the number, what does this mean?

The number of the representative medal is linked to the ranking of the student's performance at the same level.

"It's so ambitious."

Angeli said that it was a bit of a fantasy to choose a few thousand people, and since she was all ashore, why would she want to swim in the saltwater sea again?

Angeli seems to enjoy dragging Lanzerim into the water.

She always makes self-righteous statements.

"So that's what you see?"

Lanzerim took a deep breath, and if she wasn't mistaken, this opportunity wasn't far off.

"How long do you think you can hold on, go to class in the morning and go to the night club in the evening, and how much of your little head can be evenly given to Shambhala's lessons?"

Angeli was unexpectedly empathetic today, and she patiently persuaded her, in her mocking tone.

"Maybe it can really be even."

Lanzerim turned her head to reveal the signature smile she'd been told countless times behind her back.

……

Teresa is also very depressed tonight, she is ready, tonight this door is iron-hearted, right?

Her whiskey glass was empty, and the old ice was dangling in it, and Teresa couldn't keep her mouth shut because she was nervous just now, and now she had to open her legs because she was out of wine.

Whiskey has a good taste.

Teresa smacked her tongue as she screwed the cap of the whiskey back into the wine cabinet, and here she helped Lanzerim drink it herself.

Theresa took a slice of lemon in her mouth, and Lanzerim told her that as long as she made it past eleven, Shaw would come back to clean up the mess.

Teresa was lying on the bar, chewing lemon slices, heaven and earth conscience, it was only nine o'clock.

While Theresa was still quietly staring at the pendulum pendulum pin, an unexpected guest pushed open the door that had been silent.

Teresa stood up and told herself that it was time to fight, and she looked up to see the first guest who walked in, and she was stunned and stunned.

“…… What's going on with you? ”

Theresa couldn't hold back, shaking her head to herself, incredulous and quite shocked.

"I'm not going to do anything with me! Why are you here! ”

Theresa's drooping hand quietly lifted her face—the sight of this made her cheeks hurt.

"Did you drink too much...... Honansdine? ”

Looking at the classmate with an obviously strange tone, Teresa bypassed the bar and asked.

"Damn the dog!"

Jonanstine had already made Teresa feel a toothache, and not long after the door closed, another guest arrived.

The door was kicked open, and just as Teresa shuddered at the roar of the door, she saw Roman rush in with his cloak in a rage.

Seeing Roman's rage that Honanstin was drunk, Theresa pouted and felt that the toothache just now had transferred to her entire head - a headache.

"I tell you! I know you're Teresa! "Huo

When Nanstin saw Teresa, he pointed his finger at Teresa, don't you know that I am Teresa, the conscience of heaven and earth?

Theresa frowned at Honanstin's magical expression.

"You still know you're Honanstine!"

Roman killed, and Honanstine slowly turned to look at Roman, who had a faint patch of green veins on his forehead, and he hiccuped.

"If you put on a bad face all day long, the whole world will be like you have an enmity against you...... Belch! ”

After drinking, he spit out the truth, and Honanstine's drunkenness is really open-minded and dares to speak.

Watching him burp with ease, Theresa saw Roman throw the cloak he was holding into the trash.

Honanstine...... Say less......"

Roman is sparkling today.

She went over to pull on Honansdine's clothes, and she didn't want a vicious case in the tavern when she was substitute.

"Fuck! Do whatever you want if your family is powerful and powerful! ”

Jonanstin flicked his hand to open Theresa, and he pulled away to meet Roman's eyes.

"The grudge face is yours, right?"

Roman was amused by Honansteen's rare guts, Honanstin usually wants to live in a low voice, but today he can be regarded as wiping his face.

"I'd like to hear what you have to say about me."

Roman found a seat and sat down, and he hooked his hand and motioned for Honanstine to come over and continue.

Theresa twitched the corners of her mouth in her heart, she was afraid that Honansteen would be angry with the alcohol on her head, and the two of them immediately messed up this peaceful night.

Remember Roman punching Xiuli.

"Can you not talk about it here?"

Tresa swore that she would remember what Honanstine had done tonight.

Honansteen did not hesitate to sit across from Roman to eye level.

"There's something to drink here, I haven't drunk much yet."

As if Roman hadn't heard her, they settled here, and Theresa looked at the time.

Oh, it's still early for Xiao to change shifts.

"There's nothing to drink."

Teresa replied stiffly, she wanted to use a pineapple to stun the two people who were competing in the eyes on the high platform, and then dragged them out.

There are no more guests today.

"Entertain, I want rainforest with ginger ale."

"Hospitality! I'm just like him! ”

Theresa returned to the bar and lifted the cap from the vodka bottle

"Nope! Today there is only a whirlwind! Nothing! ”

She replied loudly, rightly so.

"Whirlwind has whiskey, whiskey with ice."

Hearing the sound of Teresa's ping-pong production, Roman took it leisurely, he was just surprised that Teresa had a hobby of making extra money.

Hearing Roman say this, Theresa knew that Roland was not a guest of the tavern, at least he knew the recipe.

"I'm just like him!"

Listening to Jonanstin order like Roman, Theresa rolled her eyes.

Jonanstine must have been drunk.

Roman just threw his clothes for no reason, why.

Eighty percent of them were Honanstin who spat on Roman's clothes.